Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.